It’s all about the climb
I dislocated my knee sophomore year. A few weeks of hobbling from Few Dorm to Science drive later, I was finally certain that I could make my way up the three flights of stairs up to the Chronicle office. Huffing and puffing, I opened the door to 301 Flowers and, to the tune of the fellow staffers typing away on the Office couches and the 5pm Chapel bells audible through the open windows, I was met with an overwhelming feeling—completely unfamiliar to my time at Duke until that point. I felt at home.